𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ
@ohbabooshka.bsky.social
「 21+ mun | graphic themes ahead | written by ♡Pink Prince♡」
Pinned
Hobbling out of her hut for the first time in god knows how long--
March 25, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Hobbling out of her hut for the first time in god knows how long--
⠀ "They better be paying me royalties!"
December 27, 2024 at 9:10 AM
⠀ "They better be paying me royalties!"
She shoots up from her bed in a cold sweat.
⠀ "A goddess of witchcraft is practicing unhealthy coping mechanisms again."
⠀ "A goddess of witchcraft is practicing unhealthy coping mechanisms again."
December 15, 2024 at 8:54 PM
She shoots up from her bed in a cold sweat.
⠀ "A goddess of witchcraft is practicing unhealthy coping mechanisms again."
⠀ "A goddess of witchcraft is practicing unhealthy coping mechanisms again."
The cat doesn't look away for a long while. She seems just as drawn into their impromptu staring contest as Morgen, even when a bird or pig tries and block her line of sight.
⠀ "Lonely implies a NEED for company. The fence isn't just for the pretty cream-white color, you know!" The owl's —
⠀ "Lonely implies a NEED for company. The fence isn't just for the pretty cream-white color, you know!" The owl's —
“Thank you, Baba,” she murmurs as she takes in the peculiar home. It’s larger than anything in her village, different in it’s construction — quite mystically so to say the least — and the many eyes taking her in are unnerving. She feels like she shouldn’t be here, as though it is unwise to be here,~
The crone doesn't appear fazed. Of course she didn't, this is 𝘩𝘦𝘳 house, the one she's been living in for hundreds of years, perhaps thousands by now.
The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —
The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —
December 13, 2024 at 6:23 AM
The cat doesn't look away for a long while. She seems just as drawn into their impromptu staring contest as Morgen, even when a bird or pig tries and block her line of sight.
⠀ "Lonely implies a NEED for company. The fence isn't just for the pretty cream-white color, you know!" The owl's —
⠀ "Lonely implies a NEED for company. The fence isn't just for the pretty cream-white color, you know!" The owl's —
⠀ "Bring him over to me and I can whip him into shape! Implying you wouldn't mind possibly not getting him back, of course."
December 11, 2024 at 9:29 AM
⠀ "Bring him over to me and I can whip him into shape! Implying you wouldn't mind possibly not getting him back, of course."
⠀"I'm a beauty, I know!"
December 11, 2024 at 5:21 AM
⠀"I'm a beauty, I know!"
⠀ "And to replenish your energy, eat them!"
December 11, 2024 at 4:38 AM
⠀ "And to replenish your energy, eat them!"
I was doing some scouting for art and I'm 90% sure Baba Yaga made this post. Come into her house she'll keep you safe and not eat you pinky promise 🥺 ))
December 9, 2024 at 6:21 PM
I was doing some scouting for art and I'm 90% sure Baba Yaga made this post. Come into her house she'll keep you safe and not eat you pinky promise 🥺 ))
The crone doesn't appear fazed. Of course she didn't, this is 𝘩𝘦𝘳 house, the one she's been living in for hundreds of years, perhaps thousands by now.
The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —
The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —
Surely. . .
𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮, she is hallucinating. Bewitched in some manner to see what cannot be possible. . .
Even as the crone begins to climb, Morgen cannot believe it, gingerly sticks out a foot to test the tangibility of the wooden planks. They rest firmly beneath her foot, accepting ~
𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮, she is hallucinating. Bewitched in some manner to see what cannot be possible. . .
Even as the crone begins to climb, Morgen cannot believe it, gingerly sticks out a foot to test the tangibility of the wooden planks. They rest firmly beneath her foot, accepting ~
⠀ "You're very welcome!" The old woman cackles, showing her crooked teeth once again.
Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.
⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"
It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —
Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.
⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"
It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —
December 9, 2024 at 6:11 PM
The crone doesn't appear fazed. Of course she didn't, this is 𝘩𝘦𝘳 house, the one she's been living in for hundreds of years, perhaps thousands by now.
The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —
The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —
Reposted by 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ
* Lagertha Lothbrok
* Queen of Kattegat
* Shield Maiden
* Mother of Bjørn and Gyda
* Ships with heavy Chemistry
* Not new to Fandom or character
* Detailed and Literate
* 25 +
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners
* Like and RT
* Queen of Kattegat
* Shield Maiden
* Mother of Bjørn and Gyda
* Ships with heavy Chemistry
* Not new to Fandom or character
* Detailed and Literate
* 25 +
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners
* Like and RT
December 2, 2024 at 7:40 AM
* Lagertha Lothbrok
* Queen of Kattegat
* Shield Maiden
* Mother of Bjørn and Gyda
* Ships with heavy Chemistry
* Not new to Fandom or character
* Detailed and Literate
* 25 +
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners
* Like and RT
* Queen of Kattegat
* Shield Maiden
* Mother of Bjørn and Gyda
* Ships with heavy Chemistry
* Not new to Fandom or character
* Detailed and Literate
* 25 +
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners
* Like and RT
⠀ "I should drag you by the hair to my stove!" She's wagging her can at Hecate again. "A sleeping brew would do the trick!"
"Actually ? I have no idea.
I have been having troubles sleeping properly as of late. Maybe the lack of rest ?"
I have been having troubles sleeping properly as of late. Maybe the lack of rest ?"
⠀"Why are you nauseous, dear?"
December 8, 2024 at 11:40 PM
⠀ "I should drag you by the hair to my stove!" She's wagging her can at Hecate again. "A sleeping brew would do the trick!"
⠀"Why are you nauseous, dear?"
Fingers over lips, pretending to close a zipper.
Looming...
December 8, 2024 at 11:38 PM
⠀"Why are you nauseous, dear?"
Looming...
If I say I'm nauseous will that crazy old woman shove a spoon down my throat again or
December 8, 2024 at 11:34 PM
Looming...
⠀ "I know. I could smell it."
December 8, 2024 at 5:45 AM
⠀ "I know. I could smell it."
⠀ "You're very welcome!" The old woman cackles, showing her crooked teeth once again.
Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.
⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"
It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —
Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.
⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"
It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —
Morgen hesitates as she takes in the sudden vision before her. Surely it was a vision, it was impossible for such. . . strange things to appear from thin air. And yet, she swears she had come from the direction where the odd house and the garden of skulls and bones now lay nestled.
Devilry. ~
Devilry. ~
She walks slowly, using what appears to be a large pestle as a cane. She leads Morgen past the trees, and though there was nothing there before, there certainly was now.
A small, looming hut on long, slender chicken legs, surrounded by a fence made of cleaned bones. The 'gaze' of the skulls —
A small, looming hut on long, slender chicken legs, surrounded by a fence made of cleaned bones. The 'gaze' of the skulls —
December 8, 2024 at 3:46 AM
⠀ "You're very welcome!" The old woman cackles, showing her crooked teeth once again.
Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.
⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"
It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —
Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.
⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"
It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —
Reposted by 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!❞
𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙜: #ArticulaɫℯGℯm
⚦𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒/𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒
⚦𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠
⚦↺ ♡
𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙜: #ArticulaɫℯGℯm
⚦𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒/𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒
⚦𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠
⚦↺ ♡
October 18, 2024 at 12:11 AM
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!❞
𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙜: #ArticulaɫℯGℯm
⚦𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒/𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒
⚦𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠
⚦↺ ♡
𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙜: #ArticulaɫℯGℯm
⚦𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒/𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒
⚦𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠
⚦↺ ♡
Reposted by 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀# 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀# 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀
December 8, 2024 at 2:18 AM
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀# 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀# 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀
Oh, don't give her that look.
😒
She's placing a new skull on her fencepost, but the damn thing won't stop whining and complaining! The dead are so spoiled nowadays!
December 7, 2024 at 9:05 PM
Oh, don't give her that look.
Reposted by 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ
;— “𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉.” - 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓
BBC Merlin | Arthurian | Fantasy RP. | MDNI 21+ | MV. MS | Triggers.
(c: @thievescharm.bsky.social escharm for the edit. <3)
BBC Merlin | Arthurian | Fantasy RP. | MDNI 21+ | MV. MS | Triggers.
(c: @thievescharm.bsky.social escharm for the edit. <3)
November 6, 2024 at 7:05 PM
;— “𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉.” - 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓
BBC Merlin | Arthurian | Fantasy RP. | MDNI 21+ | MV. MS | Triggers.
(c: @thievescharm.bsky.social escharm for the edit. <3)
BBC Merlin | Arthurian | Fantasy RP. | MDNI 21+ | MV. MS | Triggers.
(c: @thievescharm.bsky.social escharm for the edit. <3)
Reposted by 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ
* Frida Iversen
* Norway Viking
* 650 year Vampire
* OC famdomless
* Not new to the Character
* Created her 12 years ago
* Ships w/heavy Chemistry
* 25 + Detailed and Literate
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners.
* Like & RT Please
* Norway Viking
* 650 year Vampire
* OC famdomless
* Not new to the Character
* Created her 12 years ago
* Ships w/heavy Chemistry
* 25 + Detailed and Literate
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners.
* Like & RT Please
December 2, 2024 at 7:55 AM
* Frida Iversen
* Norway Viking
* 650 year Vampire
* OC famdomless
* Not new to the Character
* Created her 12 years ago
* Ships w/heavy Chemistry
* 25 + Detailed and Literate
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners.
* Like & RT Please
* Norway Viking
* 650 year Vampire
* OC famdomless
* Not new to the Character
* Created her 12 years ago
* Ships w/heavy Chemistry
* 25 + Detailed and Literate
* Mature Content
* MDNI
* No one liners.
* Like & RT Please
She walks slowly, using what appears to be a large pestle as a cane. She leads Morgen past the trees, and though there was nothing there before, there certainly was now.
A small, looming hut on long, slender chicken legs, surrounded by a fence made of cleaned bones. The 'gaze' of the skulls —
A small, looming hut on long, slender chicken legs, surrounded by a fence made of cleaned bones. The 'gaze' of the skulls —
“I thought respecting elders was common practice. They are the wise ones before us,” she replies as she follows the woman into the curious house. “You are something beyond human. Whether of the gods or the magic of the earth, though, I cannot yet tell.”
Her tone takes on a higher hesitancy, ~
Her tone takes on a higher hesitancy, ~
⠀ "I'm sure you've already noticed I'm not 'most elders.'" Another cackle, her smile growing larger.
⠀ "But you give me more respect than most. You are a good girl. Come in, let me prepare something warm for you to drink!"
⠀ "But you give me more respect than most. You are a good girl. Come in, let me prepare something warm for you to drink!"
December 7, 2024 at 3:11 AM
She walks slowly, using what appears to be a large pestle as a cane. She leads Morgen past the trees, and though there was nothing there before, there certainly was now.
A small, looming hut on long, slender chicken legs, surrounded by a fence made of cleaned bones. The 'gaze' of the skulls —
A small, looming hut on long, slender chicken legs, surrounded by a fence made of cleaned bones. The 'gaze' of the skulls —
⠀ "I'm sure you've already noticed I'm not 'most elders.'" Another cackle, her smile growing larger.
⠀ "But you give me more respect than most. You are a good girl. Come in, let me prepare something warm for you to drink!"
⠀ "But you give me more respect than most. You are a good girl. Come in, let me prepare something warm for you to drink!"
She cannot help but stare at the teeth. Those are not. . . normal.
“That’s quite impressive, old mother. Most of the elders I know have begun to lose the sharpness of their senses.”
That or Morgen has spent too much time in the forest and is overdue a wash.
“That’s quite impressive, old mother. Most of the elders I know have begun to lose the sharpness of their senses.”
That or Morgen has spent too much time in the forest and is overdue a wash.
⠀ "Not at all, not at all!" She waves a boney hand and wags her tongue, her large smile showing teeth like needles. "I smelled you a mile away, dear."
December 7, 2024 at 2:24 AM
⠀ "I'm sure you've already noticed I'm not 'most elders.'" Another cackle, her smile growing larger.
⠀ "But you give me more respect than most. You are a good girl. Come in, let me prepare something warm for you to drink!"
⠀ "But you give me more respect than most. You are a good girl. Come in, let me prepare something warm for you to drink!"
⠀ "Not at all, not at all!" She waves a boney hand and wags her tongue, her large smile showing teeth like needles. "I smelled you a mile away, dear."
Morgen just stares at the crone a moment, brows raised in disbelief and mouth ajar as if she means to say something in response, but can only produce silence.
Oh. Well. Yes, those are all. . . 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 all right. Something tells her the woman is not jesting.
“Well, I do apologize, if I’ve ~
Oh. Well. Yes, those are all. . . 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 all right. Something tells her the woman is not jesting.
“Well, I do apologize, if I’ve ~
⠀ "Among other things! Evaporation, necrosis, being cooked alive and dismemberment are all very effective!" Cue her trademark high cackling. "You even turn the bones and meat into something useful!"
December 7, 2024 at 2:09 AM
⠀ "Not at all, not at all!" She waves a boney hand and wags her tongue, her large smile showing teeth like needles. "I smelled you a mile away, dear."